Tired of jumping through hoops, Dianne packed her bags and left. The Hula Hoop wouldn’t fit in the suitcase, so she just dragged it along behind her. All was well until a policeman dragged her back home and told her mother.

The toughest thing you will ever do is say goodbye. When you know it’s for the last time. You touch hands. You look into the other’s eyes. You close your own. You wish. But you know. You just know. This is the last time. And the toughest thing you will ever do.